I don’t want to go into too much detail, but it’s been a tough week. Many little things went wrong along with one massive and unforeseen thing.

A terrible accident has taken Zulu way way before his time. I have been more devastated than I could have ever imagined possible by the loss of a bird.

With the intelligence of a 5 year old, an ever increasing vocabulary and constant curiosity, Zulu seemed more like a person than a pet. Anthropomorphizing? Maybe, but it doesn’t make it any less true.

Ironically, Alison took two funny little videos of him the night before the accident. I haven’t been able to bring myself to look at them, but when I do, I’ll post them.

We buried him the garden, between the big angel’s trumpet and plumbago, near the bird feeders.

So that’s it. I just wanted to explain why, in this busy Jazzfest week, I fell off the turnip truck. I’m officially climbing back on now and getting back on track.

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